Chapter 1871: The Losing Battlefield
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Wang Xiao rushed to the small world where Lin Feng was located, directly breaking through the sealed hell and stepping inside.
Guarding the entrance to this place were people from five factions. When they saw Wang Xiao forcefully break into the hell, their expressions tightened slightly. Then one of them spoke: "Senior from Song Emperor City, the hell battlefield has already been closed. Intervening now seems to violate the rules, doesn't it?"
As his words fell, the gazes of the others turned to the guard from Song Emperor City, who had also left one person stationed there.
"Commander Wang Xiao, all parties indeed agreed that no one else may enter this hell to interfere during the hell battle." The strong expert from Song Emperor City bowed slightly upon seeing Wang Xiao.
"I am only here to oversee the battle, not to interfere with the hell struggle." Wang Xiao exuded an imposing aura, his steps suddenly striding forward. No one dared to block him.
The people from the other five factions exchanged glances. They thought that since this strong expert from Song Emperor City was so powerful, he likely wouldn't participate in the battle. Otherwise, the five factions would surely join forces against Song Emperor City.
Soon, Wang Xiao discovered a palace. This palace was where Commander Black Rope was stationed. Sensing the terrifying aura rolling in from the void, Black Rope's body rose into the air. Seeing Wang Xiao's arrival, he was momentarily stunned and asked in surprise: "Wang Xiao, what are you doing here?"
"My son, Wang Zhuo, came with you to seize this hell. Now he is dead, and you, as a commander, ask me what I am doing here." Wang Xiao's gaze was icy, fixed on Black Rope, his tone carrying hostility.
"Wang Zhuo is dead?" Black Rope's expression tightened slightly, quite surprised. He knew Wang Zhuo's strength—truly formidable. Moreover, Wang Zhuo was a very clever and well-rounded person. A man with both great martial power and intelligence, carrying numerous treasures—killing him would be no easy task.
"You don't even know." Wang Xiao's anger surged, his eyes blazing with terrifying death light.
Seeing Wang Xiao's expression, Black Rope frowned and said: "Wang Xiao, I am also saddened by Wang Zhuo's death. It's a pity to lose such a genius. But battle is battle. This is a hell in the Underworld—how can there be no deaths?"
"He is my son." Wang Xiao roared, and a thunderclap seemed to explode in the void, shaking it violently.
"Which man of Song Emperor City dares to claim he will never die in battle? Your son Wang Zhuo followed the army to conquer this hell—who could guarantee his absolute safety? Now that he is dead, it means his strength was insufficient. Who are you going to blame?" Black Rope was also angered, no longer polite, speaking coldly. In the martial world, fighting in hell and risking life and death, who could ensure absolute safety?
"If you say he is your son and cannot die, why let him cultivate martial arts?" Black Rope said coldly: "Wang Xiao, I am a commander here, responsible for this hell conquest. Now, please leave and do not interfere with this hell's struggle."
"Black Rope!" Wang Xiao's body exuded killing intent.
"Get out. You can go to the Song Emperor and report me." Black Rope showed no weakness, his anger overwhelming, causing the entire void to seem to darken.
"Black Rope, you are very good." Wang Xiao said coldly, then suddenly turned and left: "When you come out, if this hell hasn't been conquered, I will find you again."
Black Rope watched Wang Xiao's back and snorted coldly. He didn't care about the threat. Although Wang Xiao was a direct descendant of the Song Emperor, the family had its rules. As one of the Ten Kings of Hell, the Song Emperor had many powerful commanders under him. He wouldn't vent his anger on a commander just because a descendant died. In the martial world, life and death are determined by fate. No matter how powerful you are, you can't claim you won't die.
"Wang Zhuo actually died." Black Rope muttered to himself, also surprised. Wang Zhuo's strength was extraordinary—to be killed was unexpected. No wonder Wang Xiao was furious. He wondered who had killed Wang Zhuo.
Just then, several figures flickered in the distance, including two beautiful young girls—Qin Yao and Qing Qing, both among them.
"Father, who was so arrogant?" Qin Yao flickered over and asked Black Rope. She had heard their loud shouts from far away.
"Wang Xiao. Wang Zhuo was killed, and he came to demand an explanation." Black Rope said, causing Qin Yao and Qing Qing's expressions to freeze. Wang Zhuo had been killed.
"What's wrong with you two?" Black Rope asked them.
"This lower-rank Nether Emperor battlefield is probably lost. The other side used tricks, leveraging strong experts from this hell against us. There were some formidable mid-rank Nether Emperors, and it didn't violate the rules—they weren't from any of their factions. Fighting us could be explained as those people's own will. Their own mid-rank Nether Emperors indeed didn't interfere."
Qin Yao said indignantly, clearly very unhappy. The other side was clearly exploiting loopholes in the rules.
"Wang Zhuo was also killed, so the mid-rank Nether Emperor battlefield must be finished too." Qing Qing's beautiful eyes flickered. She was more perceptive. Wang Zhuo was at the peak of the mid-rank Nether Emperor level. If he was killed, the mid-rank Nether Emperor battlefield must have suffered heavy casualties, possibly even total annihilation. That battlefield would surely be lost. She wondered how Lin Feng was doing.
"Indeed, very likely. Coupled with the fastest-destroyed upper-rank Nether Emperor battlefield, all three of our battlefields have failed, a complete defeat." Black Rope seemed very frustrated. He had visited the upper-rank Nether Emperor battlefield earlier, only to encounter a terrifying ambush upon arrival. Now, only a few were still holding on.
"The other side prepared much more thoroughly than we did. Even if we lose, it's not unjust." Qin Yao said.
"En. Clearly, the four factions targeted Song Emperor City first, joining forces to wipe us out. Then the four of them will fight among themselves. Now, we plan to sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight, no longer clashing with them. When the three-month deadline arrives, we'll see if there's still a chance to compete. If not, we'll give up. If there is, we'll fight again."
Another person spoke. Qin Yao and Qing Qing both nodded slightly. At this moment, they had also reached a consensus. Fighting to this point, they were very frustrated. After all, they represented Song Emperor City on this mission, yet it seemed to be a crushing defeat.
The vast hell, the battle lines stretched endlessly. The clashes on the three battlefields seemed increasingly scattered, but fierce battles often erupted in different places.
All of this seemed to have nothing to do with Lin Feng anymore. During this time, Lin Feng walked through villages, small towns, and cities, observing people's joys and sorrows, contemplating life and death, forgetting his identity and obsessions. He simply became the most ordinary person, using an ordinary attitude, standing from an ordinary perspective, to observe this world.
More than a month later, Lin Feng seemed weathered and worn, his clothes tattered, his temperament ordinary and peaceful, like a common man. At this moment, he lay softly on a patch of grass, chewing on a blade of grass slowly, his ordinary gaze looking up at the blue sky.
Through his understanding of the Dao of Life and Death, Lin Feng realized that martial arts cannot rely solely on bitter cultivation or endless slaughter. Sometimes, one needs a detached mindset to quietly contemplate this world, and there might be unexpected gains.
But in the martial world, this kind of peace cannot last long. At this moment, a terrifying pressure seemed to spread across the heavens and earth, coming from afar, extremely dreadful.
Lin Feng looked up in the direction of that terrifying pressure. In the distant east, a beam of battle light shot straight into the sky, like a lightning bolt piercing the heavens, standing there—a terrifying battle light.
"Whoosh!" A gust of wind swept by, and a figure appeared beside Lin Feng. Lin Feng glanced at the newcomer and said: "Your eyes are blind, but you always find people so accurately?"
This was the umpteenth time Sword Blind had appeared during this period. His tracking skills seemed no less impressive than his eerie killing sword techniques.
"It's starting. The factions are gathering, calling their people. Let's go." Sword Blind seemed unwilling to waste a single word with Lin Feng, speaking directly.